They left the boutique with Ji-hye wearing the new floral dress, the soft fabric swaying with each step. The light, airy colors softened her tall, athletic frame, making her look less like a powerhouse athlete and more like she belonged on a spring magazine cover.
Joon-ho carried their shopping bags in one hand, the other resting casually in his pocket. Every so often, his knuckles would brush against Ji-hye's arm as they walked side by side. Harin walked slightly ahead, weaving through the crowd with the confidence of someone who already knew exactly where she was going.
The Saturday bustle filled the air—children darting between their parents' legs, the clink of cutlery from open-front restaurants, the faint perfume of a cosmetics shop they passed.
"Your legs look longer in that dress," Harin called back without turning, her voice carrying easily over the chatter.
Ji-hye's cheeks warmed. "It's the heels," she muttered.
